missed rooms as character development
Post for dumping text for rooms that I worked out what he saw but didn't throw him in as I didn't have time to actually play it out:
Phoenix walked into the room and almost walked straight back out -- it was colder than it was in whatever ungodly far north piece of the states they'd been in before he'd ended up here. But a quick glance showed the room was almost crowded with people, all staring at planes of ice, which were glittering like re. It was fairly crowded -- several versions of himself were standing before the mirrors, with expressions running the gamut; several versions of Edgeworth were scowling at their reflections. It was only after looking around at the occupants that he noticed the giant statue of justice in the center of the room.
"What sort of justice requires freezing the court?" Phoenix muttered to himself. "Let's just leave them to it, Wright." Trying to avoid disturbing any of the conversations, he turned towards the door and started to stroll away. The ice just beside the door flickered, and his reflection shrank. "More mirrors?" He leaned back, trying to stretch his reflection back to normal height. It was only after a few moments of contortions that he realized the version of himself in the ice wasn't just a shortened, distorted reflection. The Phoenix in the mirror couldn't have been more than ten or eleven -- the reflection's clothes were slightly different, though the colors matched. "And knowing this place, probably nine. Hah." His younger reflection stared him right back in the eye, as if daring him to comment further.
Phoenix shrugged, and pulled open the door to where it was warm again.
Desire: He's standing in the entry room of his old office. Except that, in reverse writing that's still visible through the glass on the door, it reads Fey, Armando, and Wright. The door to hisMia's office door holds a hand-written placard reading "The Chief is At Lunch". (Somehow, he knows she's in there. And that knocking would be a good idea if he needed to bother her. But he doesn't.) There are at least two doors on the other side of the office that weren't there before, the side that had been shared with a revolving series of investment firms. One of them has his name, and as he watches, the door swings open and he's standing in this new office. There's a poster on the wall -- the reunion tour of Troupe Gramarye -- Valant, Zak, Thalassa, and Trucy are all there. Trucy is older -- at least several years.
Possibility: Same scene, except people who are dead aren't there, etc. Basically, as close as is feasible.
Phoenix walked into the room and almost walked straight back out -- it was colder than it was in whatever ungodly far north piece of the states they'd been in before he'd ended up here. But a quick glance showed the room was almost crowded with people, all staring at planes of ice, which were glittering like re. It was fairly crowded -- several versions of himself were standing before the mirrors, with expressions running the gamut; several versions of Edgeworth were scowling at their reflections. It was only after looking around at the occupants that he noticed the giant statue of justice in the center of the room.
"What sort of justice requires freezing the court?" Phoenix muttered to himself. "Let's just leave them to it, Wright." Trying to avoid disturbing any of the conversations, he turned towards the door and started to stroll away. The ice just beside the door flickered, and his reflection shrank. "More mirrors?" He leaned back, trying to stretch his reflection back to normal height. It was only after a few moments of contortions that he realized the version of himself in the ice wasn't just a shortened, distorted reflection. The Phoenix in the mirror couldn't have been more than ten or eleven -- the reflection's clothes were slightly different, though the colors matched. "And knowing this place, probably nine. Hah." His younger reflection stared him right back in the eye, as if daring him to comment further.
Phoenix shrugged, and pulled open the door to where it was warm again.
Desire: He's standing in the entry room of his old office. Except that, in reverse writing that's still visible through the glass on the door, it reads Fey, Armando, and Wright. The door to hisMia's office door holds a hand-written placard reading "The Chief is At Lunch". (Somehow, he knows she's in there. And that knocking would be a good idea if he needed to bother her. But he doesn't.) There are at least two doors on the other side of the office that weren't there before, the side that had been shared with a revolving series of investment firms. One of them has his name, and as he watches, the door swings open and he's standing in this new office. There's a poster on the wall -- the reunion tour of Troupe Gramarye -- Valant, Zak, Thalassa, and Trucy are all there. Trucy is older -- at least several years.
Possibility: Same scene, except people who are dead aren't there, etc. Basically, as close as is feasible.